we raised these squirrels on popcorn. |
Over at CheeseMan park, maybe a group of 10 or so.Sufi and I raise these squirrels by feeding them endless amounts of butter enriched goodness and watch, but mostly hear them chomping with teh lil pie...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 07:52:00 PST |
my feathers needed cleaning. |
is it weird to feel polar opposites all teh time? i swear, i can't eber make up my mind... aren't there pills for this?
making a plan:
double dutch with mia.
coffee shop job.
cut my hair.
clean teh a...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Mon, 24 Dec 2007 11:55:00 PST |
I'll be even better, i'll be all the better then. only then. |
the birds sing with thier translusent sounds all teh lil notes that crawl through my ear bending reality into a dirtier verison where we were raised by wolves but like most babies i have no apologies ...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Sun, 10 Jun 2007 05:20:00 PST |
fire. |
I will be returning to the familiar lands of which claim my childhood, my most fondest memories, and dearest friends. while i will miss everyone i met here on this pleasent mountian i look forward to ...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Fri, 25 May 2007 07:38:00 PST |
Suddenly is sooner then you think. |
I just found out my baby gurl, Amber, my sister, is moving away around fall-ish, aug/oct. to florida to become a pilot. it makes me have sad eye's, blacker then any goth could could even dream of ...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Wed, 02 May 2007 08:43:00 PST |
Sept. 1936 |
Laminating my thoughts, kissing my goodbyes, Touching my hellos. The higher the mountains, the cooler the breeze, the younger the couple, the tigher they squeeze. a modern lover is too easy to please....
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Sat, 10 Mar 2007 02:35:00 PST |
TREES AND SQUIRRELS |
the trees are wild and undisputably beautiful today you can see the squirrels on their beautiful parade i was hitch-hiking above the clouds we didn't see Ed Green's country band
the driver is a ...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 02:17:00 PST |
The Love That I Crave |
The Love That I CraveThe love that I crave is a polar bear to gore me. Then, I'd know the force with which she adored me. The love of my dreams is the stuff of my nightmares- when I wake up in screams...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Fri, 21 Jul 2006 09:31:00 PST |
Love Notes. |
Hova, my brothers girlfriend of many years, whom i tired to break up a few months back found this on her car this afternoon.This is the work of Ray. Why is all i ask>?...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 02:33:00 PST |
Butterfly Girl. |
O'tay O'tay, today: Ray, the crazy mexican man that lives in the apartment in front of mine wrote a poem, of course upon completion of this he HAD to read it to me... bad idea. It zeriously sounds lik...
Posted by Jay Hawk. on Fri, 14 Jul 2006 09:10:00 PST |
